Chapter 7 - Release

A/N: Umm hello? *taps mic* Is this thing on? Anybody out there? Right, so I know it's been almost four months since I updated. You all know the drill – life gets in the way of things. Anyway, I finally got the sucker done. I would probably have ended up not continuing this fic, or any fic for that matter, if my girls hadn't introduced me to the WC thing. I only joined a few times, but that's how this chapter got written.

I know I promised a Lafayette outtake, there will be one I just don't know when.

Txone and Missus T did one helluva beta job. Seriously, you guys rock. There will be a chocolate covered Viking delivered to you lovely ladies.

I'm sorry I didn't have time to reply to all the reviews last time, things got a bit crazy. Just know I appreciate and love every single one of them.

To all of my girls, thank you for everything you've done and said over the past few months. If it weren't for you ladies I don't think I would have been able to cope. Love you all!

Okay, I'm going to wrap this up now.

I don't want to tell people what to do, but if you are under the age of 18 please do not read on.

As always I don't own anything related to the Southern Vampire Mysteries.

The Education of Sookie Stackhouse 7:

Release

*EPOV*

What the hell did I get myself into? One minute I'm conversing with the patrons and the next I was taking on a "student." A novice. Totally mindboggling. Pam told me she would be bringing a friend; I don't mind the members bringing friends once in a while if they stick to the rules of the Club and act with respect and decorum. Usually the guests the members bring are friends from out of town, who are into the swinger lifestyle. How the fuck was I suppose to know she and Amelia would bring a timid, inexperienced woman? Yet the way she responded, while watching Pam and Thalia was incredible. Under normal circumstances I wouldn't have engaged in a session, I was at work after all. My business might be pleasure, I'm part of the swinger scene, but it is other peoples' pleasure and I never, never mix my personal life with business. Actually I hadn't been to a party since Lorena and I separated – that doesn't mean I hadn't had partners since – Christ when did I start sounding like a whining bitch?

Sookie was different; maybe it was because she hadn't been 'tainted' by the scene. Fresh meat, some of the more crude members would call her. Years ago when I first got into it, I would have called her that too; fuck it, I would have been first in line to snatch her up. When I saw her with Pam, when I saw how everybody looked at her – men and women alike – I had to step in. Call me chivalrous or a fucking pussy, but no way was I going to let her get into something she, obviously, wasn't ready for.

Sookie was inexperienced, to say the least, but she was curious, and willing to experiment. Seeing her with Felicia the other night had been amazing. Fucking her while she and Felicia made out together was a thing of dreams. I almost wished I had video- taped it. However, thinking of how I acquired Felicia as a member of my staff made me shudder.

Before opening my own place, I frequented a few clubs with Lorena. One in particular was rumoured to deal with the extreme part of SM and bondage. I had no desire to go to that club, but Lorena insisted and I wasn't about to let her go to a place like that alone. The staff there was under contract to participate in any and all acts the owner told them to – in short they were forced. Most of the staff members were young college girls trying to make some easy money. Felicia was one of them. The majority of them had no idea what they were doing. Others, like Felicia, were interested in the scene, although it was obvious that she wasn't interested in the darker aspects of BDSM. The night began surprisingly well, but soon spiralled into things not even I was comfortable with. After witnessing one of the heinous acts with Felicia in it, she caught my eye and knew in my soul that I had to help her, I got her out of there and gave her a job at the deli, but she liked the swinger scene and wanted to work in my club when it opened. The night I met Felicia had left a bad taste in my mouth and was the last time I dabbled in the darker side of the scene. I shook my head, that was all several years ago.

Now I was waiting for Sookie at the deserted club. The painters had finished early, leaving me plenty of time to set up for our next session, assuming she wanted another session...well assuming she showed up. Lafayette might have scared her off. Who came up with that brilliant idea? Lafayette was a lot of fun and one of my best friends, but he could without a doubt, scare the daylights out of Sookie. I could only imagine what she would think their lesson was about, probably something along the lines of a threesome with two guys. Not that I would ever let that happen, another woman and me would be hot as hell, but no fucking way was she doing two guys...I mean, not unless she wanted to.

Twenty minutes later, Sookie descended the stairs to the main lounge area. A black and blue pencil dress clung to her body like second skin. Her hair cascaded in soft curls, and fuck me, if she wasn't wearing black and blue pin-up pumps that matched the dress. Thirty seconds and I'll have her undressed and bent over the bar top...snap out of it!

"Eric? Hello earth to Northman?" Sookie waved a hand in front of my face, the other one placed on her hip, eye brows quirked. I didn't realize she had already made it across the floor and was standing on the other side of the bar.

"Well, don't you look ravishing, Miss Stackhouse."

"Glad to see you finally decided to come out of your trance. Would you like to sit, Sookie? Why thank you Mr. Northman, don't mind if I do." She said, placing her laptop bag on the bar and slumped down on one of the stools. Somebody was in a mood; let's see if we can't fix that.

"Rough day?"

"Long meeting, not to mention somebody had me up way passed my bedtime last night. That Lafayette sure knows how to work a girl."

I couldn't help but chuckle, she was just entirely too adorable sometimes.

"I've got just the thing to fix that," I said and placed a piece of pear pie with vanilla ice cream and a cup of coffee in front of her. "You take it black, right?"

"Are you for real? I've been craving this all day!" She dove right into the pie and made little murmuring sounds of approval that went straight to my cock when she chewed the first bite. Eating pie should not be that sexy. I fixed myself a plate and some coffee, and joined her on the other side.

"Here, put your feet up," I told her and reached for her legs, pulled off her shoes and started massaging her feet. She relaxed and continued to eat, making those delicious sounds.

"Mmm...so good..."

Dammit we're gonna have a problem soon, if she doesn't stop that!

A little bit of ice cream stuck to the side of her mouth; I leaned over, brushing my lips against hers and flicked my tongue out lapping up the stray cream.

Sookie jerked back in surprise, "What was that for?"

"Umm, you had a bit of ice cream."

"Oh god, I'm such a slob!"

"Hehe, I don't mind."

Sookie slapped my arm in jest.

"So why exactly am I here today? I mean, the Club is closed. Don't tell me you just invited me here to eat pie and drink coffee, although with all that green tea you've been giving me, I'd say this is a nice way to make it up to me. I've no idea how you can drink that stuff, it's vile and disgusting and just wrong."

"And here I thought you weren't opposed to trying new things?" Sookie blushed and took a sip of her coffee trying to hide her face in the process. Adorable. "Actually, I wanted to show you the Club without all the distractions. I thought you might be a bit more comfortable if it was just the two of us. Oh before I forget, I have something for you." I wasn't sure how she would react to it, really it was more a joke than anything else...almost a joke...but after her little banter in the car about men and their 'toys', I kind of had to prove my point. I went behind the bar, placed the white bag in front of her and waited for her reaction as she opened it.

"Yo...you...you got me sex toys?!" She squealed out of shock.

"Consider it your own vintage car," I smirked.

"I..I..you...gah..."

"What? Don't tell me you don't have any?" Now I was the one who was shocked; which woman, young and old, doesn't at least have one kind of vibrator or other stashed away somewhere? At least that's what I assumed.

"I most certainly do not!" Sookie exclaimed.

"Oh c'mon are you saying old Billy boy kept you satisfied? I find that surprising. What about after you split up?" The thought of Bill keeping anybody satisfied was a joke. We've known each other for a long time, I've seen what he's packing and it isn't much. I was laughing so hard I didn't notice Sookie had gotten up from her chair and was on her way towards the stairs. When I finally did, she was half way up to the first floor.

"Sookie, wait! What are you doing?"

"What the hell does it look like I'm doing? I'm leaving!" She spat and continued to ascend the stairs. I got to her just before she reached the last step, in the same instant she spun around and started poking me in the chest with a finger, backing me down the steps.

"You. Are. An. Asshole!" She shouted. "Why would you bring him up after the other night? Are you really so goddamn insecure that you have to throw Bill in my face? What's the matter with you?" Tears were running down her checks. Christ, I really am an asshole!

We were back in the lounge area and I couldn't do anything but put my arms around her. She struggled for a while, trying to get out of my hold. After a few attempts she relaxed, snuffling into my wife beater.

"Ssshh it's alright," I said, kissing the top of her head, "I'm sorry. You're right I'm an asshole. I wasn't thinking." She looked up at me, her tear-streaked face almost pale if it hadn't been for the redness under her eyes. "Please, don't leave Sookie." I urged, wiping away the tears with my thumbs.

"Okay, but I'm eating your piece of pie buddy. And this doesn't mean you're forgiven." She said and walked over to the bar.

"Naturally."

One of the things I had noticed about Sookie was her innate ability to bounce back when something unpredictable happened that upset her. The stranger dreams she'd had, meeting Bill and Lorena at the party, all of it she had taken in a stride, and then I had to go fuck things up. One thing was sure: she kept me on my toes, which I no doubt needed. Things might be exciting at the Club, but it becomes trivial after a while. Sookie was a breath of fresh air. She was eating my pie and muttering things to herself that I couldn't make out.

"Are you okay, Sookie?"

"Sure," she said and waved her fork in the air, "this is really good pie, might even be as good as the ones my Gran used to make. Can I have the recipe?"

"Nope, sorry family secret."

"Hmph, that's too bad, I'm sure I could spice it up a bit."

"Oh I'm sure you could." She looked at me and dammit if she didn't have the smirk perfected too. Down boy!

"What did you think of your present?"

You can't blame me for wanting to know. She might bite my head off again, but at least, I would know what her opinion was. Sookie took the last bite, dabbed her lips with a napkin and cleared her throat.

"Umm...under normal circumstances I would say it's highly inappropriate of you to give a woman, you hardly know, I might add...umm...sex toys, but I guess these aren't normal circumstances. I don't really know what to do with them," she caught the meaning of her last words and my amused expression of course, made her blush all over again." I mean, I knowwhat to do with them. I just...umm umm...what I'm trying...oh hell. Thanks, I guess."

I threw my head back in laughter, "Sookie, it's nothing to be embarrassed about. Why don't we go over them together and if you have any questions just ask. Okay?"

"Umm okay." She said nervously.

I pulled the contents out of the bag and lined them up, a little daunting perhaps, but all good fun.

"Now, this one is a classic," I held up the bullet vibrator, "It's a clit vibrator; small, but powerful and it fits right into a lady's handbag. Plus you can attach it to other devices – strap-ons, cock-rings, which is also very pleasurable for the man," I think I lost her at cock-ring. Sookie looked almost horrified. "Okay okay, in short, you use it on your clit, it's very nice. Next one, the Nubby G; this one stimulates the g-spot, and like the first one also the clit. It comes highly recommended. The third one has a lot more uses than the first two, the we-vibe. Small, ergonomically shaped to fit a woman's body – one end fits inside to stimulate the g-spot, the other end covers the clit. It's actually strong enough to be used without the help of your hands, plus it's slim enough to be worn during penetration. It's a win-win situation for both partners. Oh, I almost forgot, if used with a strap-on, the woman wearing the harness can use it on herself, while penetrating her partner. It's got a ton more uses, but they apply to men so we won't go over that at this point."

I went over the rest of the toys and tried to explain to the best of my ability. I had used some of them with Lorena and other partners, but mostly I just got the info online and Pam had been a great help as well. It felt a bit like studying for a test, but more fun obviously.

"Anything you'd like to ask?"

Sookie didn't say anything for a while. You could see the wheels turning in her head.

"I think I need a drink." She finally uttered.

"Gin and tonic?"

"Got something stronger?"

I poured her a Stoli, she downed it in one gulp, and pointed towards the glass for a refill, which she just sipped.

"So...umm...it all sounded a bit clinical."

"Not what you expected?"

"I don't know what I expected to tell you the truth."

"Well, now you got a bit of info. Have fun, Sookie."

"Riiiiiight thanks. They do come with manuals, right?" She laughed.

"Or you could just call me, I'd be more than happy to give you a more extensive lecture."

She wasn't wrong on the clinical point, I had to keep it like that or else she'd be up on the bar with her legs spread out with me 'demonstrating' each item on her.

"Come," I said and took her hand and picked up her bags with the other, "I think it's time for that tour now."

***

I showed her all of our facilities, including the ones she had already seen. During the day with no guests and normal lights the place was less overwhelming. I hoped it would aid in demystifying some of the aspects of the Club, Sookie was concerned about, specifically the so-called dungeon. She seemed so scared of it the first night she was here, but if we were going to do this right, she needed to see it and maybe understand what it was about. As expected, she reacted the same way she had the first night – hesitant and nervous. I assured her there was nobody here except us. I didn't let go of her when we went down the stairs or when we entered the actual room. The constant contact relaxed, almost subdued her, to a point.

When you think of BDSM in terms of look or decor, what's the first thing that comes to mind? For most it would be black or black leather to be precise, but not here though. The walls were soft crimson with dark cherry wood panels, the tables and cabinets made from the same wood. Large dark brown leather couches and chairs were scattered along the walls. The lighting was soft and calming. Everything from the whipping bench to the cross was costum made to match the room. The walls were decorated with large wood framed photographs in sepia tones, giving them a vintage feel. However, the motifs were of men and women in different acts of submission, well the same man and woman to be correct. Sookie walked over to some of them and looked as though she was trying to decipher their meaning. I wasn't about to tell her the pictures on the wall were Tray's handy work and Amelia was the woman, suspended from the beam, tied with intricate knots. I sure as hell wasn't going to tell her how hot she would look in those poses.

"What's this?" She asked shyly.

"Kinbaku, the art of Japanese bondage. Do you like it?"

"Um…it looks kind of uncomfortable, and well a little barbaric."

"Barbaric?" I had to laugh at her choice of words, since Amelia certainly did not think it was barbaric.

"Look at her, Sookie. Study her face, her body. Does she look uncomfortable to you?"

She moved slightly closer to the framed pictures.

¨It's a little difficult to see, I mean she's blindfolded and tied up so I don't know."

The frown on Sookie's face told me everything I needed to know about her perception of the scenes in the pictures. She had opened herself to new experiences, but was still very much the shy, inexperienced woman I had met the first time Amelia and Pam had brought her into the club.

Moving up behind her, I put my arms around her waist, swept her hair away and rested my head on her shoulder, my lips close to her ear. On our first night this seemed to make her relax, and right now I needed her to relax or my plan was going to fucking backfire on me.

There was no doubt Amelia was enjoying herself, but Sookie only saw the ropes, not the pleasure emanating from Amelia's facial expression.

"If I told you the woman in the picture found pleasure in being tied up, what would you say?"

Sookie turned her head.

"Pleasure, in that?" She asked and nodded towards the frames, "How could anybody find pleasure in being tied up like an animal?"

"Because she trusts the person who did this. Because she's giving herself fully and freely with no reservations, Sookie.

"You think this is barbaric, about humiliation and pain. The woman in the picture…she feels none of that. By taking away her ability to move and see, her other sense are heightened – a touch and mere whisper could send her over the edge, make her come apart." My voice was low and husky, almost too low for her to hear it.

"But the pain...?"

"There's a fine line between pleasure and pain, Sookie. It's two sides of the same coin. There are people who like hard, intense pain and get release through that. For others, a little pain heightens the pleasure. Everything is different for each individual. The operative word for all of this is 'trust'; at least it is for me."

"You've done this?" I half expected her to be disgusted when she asked, but she wasn't. If anything she looked intrigued.

"I have. It can be anything a person wants it to be, a little goes a long way."

"Did you enjoy it?" She didn't look at me, but turned her gaze towards the floor.

"I'm no expert on anything that happens in this room or the entire Club for that matter. I wouldn't engage in it on a regular basis, but yes I enjoyed it."

She still had her back to me, turning her around in my arms I need to see her eyes – see what she was thinking.

"Sookie, look at me."

Nothing.

I cupped her head with my hands, lifting it to meet her eyes.

"Please look at me, Sookie."

There were so many emotions flickering through them when she opened her eyes. She trembled and let out a soft ragged breath almost as if she was letting go of her last resolve. She had told me she trusted me, yet in the short time I had known her there was always some part of her that never completely let go. Leaning in, catching her lips with mine and stepping away from the wall further into the room. We stood there for a while, nothing urgent in our kissing, just soft touches. I trailed my hands down her back to the hem of her dress and slid my hands under it to caress the smooth skin of her thighs, she moaned into my mouth angling her face to deepen the kiss. Reluctantly, I pulled away.

"Trust me, Sookie." I pleaded. She only nodded in response.

I pulled the dress off her body and moved back a few steps so I could take in the vision in front of me. Sookie was clad in a simple midnight blue bra and thong set, the simplicity of it only made it that much more enticing. Almost shy, she covered her midriff, "Don't do that, you're breathtaking."

Sookie hadn't spoken for a while; she watched me for a moment and then moved closer.

"Eric," she started. "The trust? It goes both ways?"

I was perplexed, how could she think it didn't? "Of course it does."

"Do you trust me?" She asked looking up at me through her eye lashes.

"Yes...without a doubt in my mind."

"Good," was all she said as she pushed me back against the couch until I was seated.

She dropped to her knees before me and spread my legs as she leaned in for another kiss. Trailing her hands down my body, she rubbed her hands up my thighs until she reached the belt buckle and slowly started to open it. I was hard in the instant she unlatched the first part of the belt. Fuck! Did she think this was all about me and my needs?

"Sookie, you don't ha..." was all I could get out before she took my hands and placed them at my sides.

"I want to," with that she unbuckled the last bit, ripped the belt from the loops of my jeans and teasingly unbuttoned them. Thank God for commando. I lifted so she could pull down the denim, my cock standing straight just waiting for her lips to wrap around it. The little tease had other plans though. She pushed up my wife beater, sliding up my body and stroking my cock with her breasts the further up she got. She took a nipple in her mouth and lightly bit down on it sucking at the same time, making me groan and move in my seat to create some friction between my cock and her chest. She repeated her actions on my other nipple, only to move down my chest placing light kisses along my abdomen. The closer she got to my, now, burgeoning cock the more she did to avoid it, proceeding down to my thighs and nibbling the sensitive skin. This was Heaven and Hell all wrapped up in the delicious blond woman in front of me. At long last she looked up at me, her mouth right in front my cock. Sookie moved a bit closer and took one long lick, with just the tip of her tongue, from the base to the head flicked her tongue over the tiny slit.

"Fuuuuuuck!"

Sookie, smiled and kissed the tip, only to open her mouth and take me in. Her tongue flattened against my shaft slowly moving up, twirling her tongue around the tip and then down again. My head fell back against the couch – moaning, groaning, and trying to even out my already laboured breathing.

"Look at me, Eric." Sookie demanded. My head snapped up. Fuck she used that on me!

I don't think I've ever seen anything so fucking hot; Sookie on her knees, ass strutting out, and her head bobbing up and down sucking my cock. While mesmerized by the sight before me, Sookie had added her hands to the mix – her left hand pumping in rhythm with her mouth, the right hand she used the massage my balls, lightly tugging at them now and again. I almost blew my load when she smoothed a finger down to the spot between balls and anus and rubbed tiny circles there. The moaning did me in, the small humming and whimpering sounds she made vibrated through my entire body. I needed to end this before I accidentally cut this whole thing off. Instead, I threaded my hands through her thick hair, moving her mouth away from my cock, but then viciously attacked her lips with mine.

It was rough and soft all at the same time; I lifted us up from our positions, trying my best to get the jeans back on. Screw blue balls I've got things to do. Sookie was backed up against the massage table opposite the couch, moaning and clawing at my back, grinding up against me. Needing air, she was the one to break away.

"Did...Did I do something wrong?" She asked, breathing heavily.

Well shiiiit!

"No, you didn't. You were perfect."I was nuzzling her neck, breathing in her sweet scent and nibbling the sensitive spot behind her ear, "I'm pretty sure we wouldn't get anything else done if I didn't stop you." I smirked against her shoulders and bit lightly. She shuttered as my teeth went into her skin.

My hands found the back of her bra and unhooked it, letting the straps slide down her arms on their own accord and fall to the floor. I kissed my way down her chest, placed a kiss on each of her nipples and moved further down. Sookie mewled with each touch of my lips. When I was kneeling in front of her, I trailed my hands down her legs stopping at her shoes, taking each of her feet and placed them at the side of the table. Starting at her ankles, I stroked my way up her legs, hooking a finger under each side of her panties. I checked to see if she was looking at me, and found her eyes hooded with lust. I pulled off the last bit of lingerie and stood at my full height before her. Sookie let out a surprised yelp and then giggled when I lifted her onto the table in a sitting position.

The shelves under the massage table were always kept fully stocked: different brands of condoms and lube, tissues, a small wastebasket, etc. Anything you could possibly need was there. I stood between her legs, pressing into her so she could feel how hard I still was. Now came the hard part, no pun intended – a test if you will – for both us. The trust issue was very important to me. I would never ask Sookie to do anything she didn't want to. Tonight wasn't about how far she would let me go, but whether or not she would have enough courage to stop me if I did something that made her uncomfortable.

I cupped her face, made sure she was looking straight into my eyes. "If at any point you want me to stop, you must tell me Sookie. Don't hesitate, tell me immediately." She nodded. "No, Sookie. You need to answer me with your voice."

"I'll tell you," She whispered.

"Good. Now close your eyes and take a deep breath and let it out."

In the mean time I had collected a scarf from the shelves. When she exhaled, I gently covered her eyes and tied it at the back of her head.

"Okay?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Good. Now lie down on your back for me."

Sookie complied without hesitation. "Arms above your head, please." I helped her with each arm, securing the leather cuffs that were placed at the end of the table, around each of her wrists. The cuffs were attached to the massage table with chains. The amount of movement a person would have was determined by a locking mechanism at the head of the table. I had detached them completely, leaving Sookie with all range she wanted; she could even uncuff herself if she needed to. Exciting as it is being tied up, the first time can be very daunting. If she needed an out she had one, although I sure as hell hoped she would tell me to stop before it came to that.

I ran my hands over her body, her pulse was galloping away and you could see her heart pounding. Shit, that almost made me stop right there and call everything off.

"Sookie, take a few deep breaths. Remember, if at any time you tell me to stop I will, you've got nothing to worry about. Now, do you want me to stop or proceed?"

"I'm okay," she replied and took a final deep breath.

Continuing exploring her with my hands, I spread her legs and ran a finger down her slit. Honestly, I hadn't expected her to be wet, but she was. She whimpered when I moved my finger back and forth over her clit, spreading out her juices, only to withdraw it completely and stepping away from the table. This would be the perfect opportunity to try out some of her new toys, especially the we-vibe. Vibrator in hand I went back to the table. It was set on the lowest vibration speed; I ran it down her arm, letting her feel it on her body before using it properly, so she wouldn't be completely shocked – I moved it down her chest and circling each nipple making them pebble, only for a short while though before trailing it further down.

"Remember the third vibrator I showed you?" The only responds I got was something between a whimper and low growl. Jesus fuck that was hot. This isn't going to last long...on my part. I moved the tiny toy between her legs over clit, immediately Sookie started moving her hips in an attempt to create more friction.

"Eager, are we?" I chuckled.

"Eric..."

I called the shots here, before she got a chance to finish what she was saying I slid the vibrator into her, moving it in and out a few times to coat it with her wetness.

"Ohmigod!" Sookie exclaimed and bucked her hip.

Works like a fucking charm.

"You like that, do you?" I whispered in her ear.

"Mmmm...soo good."

"You look so fucking beautiful like this; tied up, at my mercy....and Sookie."

"Yessss..."

"You can't cum until I tell you."

"FUUUUCK!"

I moved away from the table quickly, out of her reach and just watched her for a while. She was trembling, moving her hips, making the vibe work its magic on her clit and g-spot, her body was flushed and delicious. I wanted nothing more than to take her right there, but I needed her just on the edge before taking the next step. By then, she had noticed my absence and started calling out for me. I had undressed and stepped beside her, leaning down and taking a nipple in my mouth - sucking and biting. Sookie cried out; her body tensed as the orgasm ripped through her body.

"Tsk tsk tsk...what did I tell you Sookie? You couldn't cum before I told you."

Without warning I turned her over and slid her down so she leaned on the table, legs spread, and her ass exposed to me.

"I think I need to teach you a lesson you'll remember." I said and slapped her left check first then the right, followed by a quick succession of rapid spanks and pinches.

"Goddon'tstopdon'tstop!"

Fucking hell "don't stop" she likes it!

My resolve had perished. I rolled on a condom and placed myself at her entrance. With the vibrator still in place, I slowly slid inside of her. Sookie groaned and pushed her ass back against me, making me reach deeper inside of her.

"So...tight...so good..." I growled to nobody in particular.

Sookie met each of my thrusts eagerly. I dug my hands into her hips, hard enough that it would probably bruise in the morning. I didn't last long, the vibrations from the we-vibe and Sookie's enthusiasm sent me over the edge pretty damn fast. I leaned over her and stretched my arms over hers giving me access to the cuffs. With one long thrust..."release..." I said and uncuffed her.

The moment I said it we both came undone. I held her tight to my body, feeling every wave of our orgasms together. Sookie was shaking, breathing hard. I placed feather light kisses along her shoulders, like I always did to make her calm down. She didn't say anything – nothing but gasps and soft mewling sounds.

Reluctantly, I pulled out of her, groaning at the loss of contact. I cleaned myself off and threw the waste in the basket under the table. Sookie hadn't moved. I picked her up off the table and carried her to the couch, holding her in my arms and rubbing small circles on her back. She had fallen asleep.

***

I carried Sookie into the apartment and up to her bedroom. Her cat was doing some sort of silly dance around my legs.

"She probably thinks you brought her some more catnip," Sookie giggled into my chest.

"Hey I thought you were sleeping?"

"Just snoozing…"

"Hmm is that so? Well you can snooze some more soon."

"Mmm…not…tired…" Sookie yawned and snuggled a bit closer.

I wondered if it had been too much for her, if I had been too much for her. Sookie was so fucking exhausted and still trembling in my arms. Shit! I need to make this right.

"I'm just going to draw you a bath, okay Lover? Just rest a bit," I whispered and put her down on the bed.

I found some lavender scented bath oils and candles, and filled the tub with steamy hot water. Sookie was sleeping when I went back into the room. I had slipped the dress back on her before we left the Club, Sookie woke long enough for me to undress her and get her into the tub. She sighed contently and scooted further down into the bubbles.

"I'll be right back, don't fall asleep now."

"kay…"

Fortunately, Sookie's fridge was well-stocked. I made a plate of fresh fruit and some green tea for her, even though she hated that stuff. Her crazy cat was circling my legs again. Geez what a persistent pussy.

"Sorry girl, no weed for you today."

I couldn't help but laugh. When I reentered the bathroom, I found Sookie asleep, snoring lightly.I had really worn her out.

"Hey no laughing at me," she said groggily.

"You were snoring."

"Was not…"

"Yes you were, now eat something before you fall asleep again."

"Yes Sir," she giggled.

"Don't sass me or I'm going to have to spank you again."

Her skin turned a delicious shade of pink and I was rock hard again.

Fuuuuuuck.

Sookie popped a strawberry into her mouth and licked the juices off her lips; no doubt she knew what she was doing to me. She popped another berry into her mouth and moaned contentedly.

"Here you need to rehydrate," I handed her the tea, trying very hard not to let her teasing get to me.

"What is it?"

"Green tea."

"No way! I'm not drinking that stuff again! I have my limits!"

"Coming from the girl who was just blindfolded, tied up, spanked and thoroughly fucked?" I smirked.

"Cocky bastard," Sookie retaliated.

"Indeed."

"Are you going to join me?"

"I cleaned up at the club. I'll shower when I get home."

"Don't be ridiculous, there's plenty of room and I promise I won't peek."

"You're in fine form tonight, Miss Stackhouse."

"Well like you said, Mr. Northman, I was just thoroughly fucked what did you expect? A church mouse? Wait what? Tonight? What time is it?"

"A quarter to nine, why?"

"So we were at the club for, shit, almost six hours?"

"It would appear so."

"You're right. I was just thoroughly fucked," she paused seeing me get off the floor. "Where are you going?" She asked looking a bit confused.

"Didn't you just ask me to join you? Close your eyes, no peeking."

"Oh for the love of God, when did you become bashful?"

I got into the tub opposite her and sunk my body into the warm, fragrant water.

"About the same time you became so fucking brazen."

We both leaned our heads back, and pretty soon Sookie was sleeping again.

Quickly getting up and drying myself off with one of her fluffy towels, I managed to wake her up and help her get dry before she nodded off again and I carried her to bed. After tucking her in, I went to get dressed again.

I bent down to kiss her hair before I left.

She grabbed my wrist. "Stay," she whispered.

How could I deny her? She might have been slightly cocky in the bath, but I knew the day must have been emotionally, not to forget physically, exhausting for her. She'd had to let go of all her inhibitions. I knew she trusted me, but to allow me to blindfold her and tie her up required more than simple trust. Knowing and believing aren't the same; she had to believe I wouldn't do anything to hurt her. I told her I would push her, and I had, but I would never hurt her. Sookie had taken a huge step today and if that meant she needed to feel a little bit of security afterwards, I sure as hell wouldn't deny her that. We hadn't established any rules with regards to our arrangement, nor had we talked about what each of us expected. We were both new at this, we needed to set some ground rules soon, but for now we would just go with the flow.

"Okay, move over a bit," I replied and took off the wife beater, but kept my jeans on.

Sookie was still naked from the bath; her skin warm and smooth, smelling like lavender and even after bathing there was still a faint lingering scent of sex. No scratch that, the scent was uniquely Sookie. Come to think of it, that's how she always smelled. Spooning her from behind, her ass fit right into my lap. Fuck it if my dick didn't have a mind of its own and decide to salute like a good soldier.

Get it fucking together Northman!

"Is this alright?" I whispered. Sookie responded with a soft "mmhmm," which I figured was positive, hopefully she hadn't notice my hard on.

Sookie sounded as if she was sleeping. I was too awake, too alert, but content with just watching her sleep. After a while she turned around in my arms so we were facing each other, her hand resting on my hip.

"Thought you were sleeping?"

"Just snoozing again," she murmured.

"You should get some sleep, you've had quite a trying day," I couldn't help but grin since I was the cause of her exhaustion.

"Smartass," she said and slapped my shoulder.

"I see you're back to being sassy?"

"Who says I ever stopped?"

"Listen to you Miss Thang..."

"Eric, you sound just like Lafayette, please stop 'cause his face is not the image I want in my head right now."

"Hmmm I'm all ears, what image exactly were you thinking about? Do elaborate, Miss Stackhouse."

She slowly trailed her fingers up my side. The muscles in my abdomen clenched, saucy little minx found out I was ticklish. I'll never hear the end of it, which only made Sookie giggle as she passed the tips of her fingers over the same spot again, continuing down my stomach until she reach the edge of my jeans. She paused for a second then moved her fingers lightly over the straining bulge.

"Sookie, you're playing with fire." I growled. Her only response was to repeat her action and palm my cock through the denim, biting her lower lip trying to look all innocent.

That's it!

I got out of bed and went to her closet to collect the items I saw earlier when I put her clothes in there.

"Hey where are you going?"

Turning around, Sookie was laying on her side in all her naked glory. She quirked an eyebrow when she saw the scarves in my hands.

"And what exactly do plan on doing with those, Mr. Northman?"

I don't think it was possible for my cock to get any harder, obviously I was wrong. I crawled on top of the bed, determined to let her know I wasn't playing her little game anymore. As I moved closer, Sookie backed up against the headboard and tried to cover herself with her arms.

"Oh no you don't, Miss Stackhouse." I said, grabbing her arms and holding them above her head, pinning them to the wrought iron headboard.

"Eric..."

"Sshh...just relax," I interrupted her before she had a chance to finish.

I moved closer; nudging her legs apart with my knees. Her body shivered and she moaned softly as I let one of the long scarves trail between her legs up her body.

"You see, I've wanted to do something for a very long time," I whispered and tied her wrists to the bed, "the fact that I haven't done it yet was negligent on my part and I plan to rectify that immediately. The reason I'm restraining you is because I need your undivided attention, plus you won't be pulling any tricks on me."

I kissed my way down her body, taking her nipples in my mouth on by one, not lingering too long but continuing until I reached her legs. A second scarf went under her right knee, spreading and lifting her legs slightly, I mirrored the process on the other leg fastening the scarves to the headboard.

Sookie was breathing heavily, it almost sounded like she was hyperventilating, panicking. I cupped her face, placing feather light kisses on her face and then finally her lips.

"Remember you can always stop me. Just tell me and I'll stop." I said between kisses. "Trust me." She took a deep breath and nodded in response. I had noticed before when she was nervous that she tended to lose all verbal communication, which was really entirely too fucking cute.

I moved back a bit and sat on my knees so I could get a better look at the wonder in front of me. Sookie's body displayed liked that was a sight to behold, and all mine, at least for the time being. I let me eyes wander over her body, taking in every single minute detail – her hard nipples, the goose bumps and the pink colour on her skin. Breathtaking.

"I wish I had a camera with me because you're fucking beautiful like this."

"Eric I..."

"Ssshh...Don't think, just feel. Remember, you can always stop me if you don't like what I'm doing."

She nodded and let out a strained breath. The expression she wore on her face was almost the same as the first night we met at the club – nervous, slightly terrified and incredibly turned on. I prayed to any and all gods that she wouldn't stop me. My mouth watered just thinking about her taste. I could watch her for hours like this, completely spread out just for me; I had to muster up all the control I had not to fuck her right then and there.

From the little I knew, Compton didn't have a fucking clue how to please a woman. I was pretty sure he'd never taken the time to learn every single contour of Sookie's body, never taken the time to figure out what got her off. I sure as hell wasn't going to let this chance slip away. C'mon a beautiful woman…ready, willing and able to let somebody explore her body, her sexuality? Well, sucks to be the bastard who let such an opportunity pass him by.

I bent my upper body down to her right foot and kissed each of her toes.

"What are you doing?" She giggled and wiggled her foot.

"Taking my time."

"Fuck..." she breathed.

Slowly, I moved my lips up the arch of her foot, flicked my tongue out leaving a tiny wet trail up her calf. She squirmed a little, unsuccessfully trying to get her leg out of the restraints.

"Are you okay, not uncomfortable? They're not too tight, are they?" I didn't look up or move away, but continued my path up her leg.

"No, just..."

"Good, then stay still and let me work," I smirked.

Telling her to stay still was a lost cause. Sookie kept moving her body around the little she could with both her arms and legs tied to the bed. The closer I got to her center the heavier her breathing became. I could smell and see her arousal, her pussy glistening wet and delicious. I should be the one in restraints, I was a few seconds away from devouring her, and I wanted to take my sweet fucking time with her, not to mention spend some much needed quality time with my head buried in her folds. Nuzzling her thigh I gently nipped the soft skin just a few millimeters from my prize. Instead of diving right in I blew hot air across her center and continued on her other leg.

"Wha...are...you...doing?" She gasped, still trying to move her body, not away from me though.

"I told you; taking my time, but I'll stop this instant if you don't stop moving about."

Deciding to put her (and myself) out of misery, I looked up from my position. Sookie had her head tilted back resting against the wall, eyes closed.

"Look at me, Sookie!" I demanded.

She lowered her head and opened her lust hooded eyes. I flicked my tongue out, getting the first taste of her, and fuck if it wasn't the sweetest thing I ever tasted.

"OhmyGod..." she jerked her body back against the headboard.

"The name's Eric, and don't close your eyes, I want to see you when I make you cum," I put an arm around her waist, steadying her so she would hold still. This was turning into one hell of a task holding her still so I could get my way with her.

"Fuuuuuck..."

"Not yet, lover, not yet." I flattened my tongue against her pussy and took one long lick from bottom to top, and covered her throbbing clit with my mouth. Sookie was chanting my name mixed with a line of profanities. Every time she uttered my name, I intentionally murmured sending small vibrations through her clit.

"Fuuuck...what are you...ohmygodsogood...Eric!..."

Fuck I loved how she tasted. My cock strained against the denim. I wanted nothing more that reach down and rub one out while I pleasured her, but I was otherwise occupied with trying to hold her in place. Parting her lips with my tongue, and sliding it inside of her, fucking her and nuzzling her clit with my nose, which only earned me another set of moans and pleas. Really, how could I not have done this sooner?

"More, Eric! More!" She screamed.

"Are you sure about that? You seemed awfully tired before," I loved teasing her. The reactions I got were priceless.

"Bastard! Yes, I'm sure...just..." I slid a single finger inside, hooking it to find her g-spot. She let out the most amazing sound something between a shriek and a gash. BINGO! I continued doing circular come-hither motions. She was so far gone by now, honestly so was I, another stroke and we would both come apart. I don't think I'd ever jizzed myself from pleasing a woman, but like most things with Sookie, this was new too. I didn't pay attention to anything but her…that was until we were rudely interrupted by a booming voice.

"What. The. Fuck?!" A man yelled.

"SHIT! JASON GET OUT!" Sookie yelled and scrambled about trying to get out of the restraints successfully managing to kick me in the head with her foot, not hard though.

"Get out! Get out! Get out!"

The man, Jason apparently, stormed out the door and down the stairs.

"Anything you'd like to tell me, Sookie?"

"Shut the fuck up, Eric, and get me outta these things!" Sookie was livid and panicking.

"Oh no, not before you tell me who the hell that was." Granted, I was being an arrogant idiot but if I knew she had male company coming over, I sure as hell wouldn't have stuck around.

"That was my brother, asshole! Now untie me!"

"Your brother? Umm woops."

Not smart Northman, not smart at all. You fucked up big time.

"Woops? Woops? Untie me this instant!" Geez she really had a set of lungs on her.

"Alright, take it easy. Stop struggling. You'll only tighten them further.

I managed untying her and she practically fell off the bed with the sheets tangled around her.

"You okay?"

"The fuck? No, I'm not okay! My brother just walked in on us with me spread out for the world to see! What could possibly make you think I was okay?"

Sookie retrieved a robe from her closet and walked out the door, slamming it shut as she went, leaving me on the bed with, what I'm sure, was the most dumbfounded expression in the history of fuck-ups. If it were my sister I had walked in on like that I would be pissed off too, not to mention wanting to kill the bastard who was defiling my sister. I took a few deep breaths and went downstairs to help clear the situation up, however the hell that was going to work.

Sookie was fuming when I got downstairs, and her coward cat had once again retreated to somewhere out of the way. No wonder she was so skittish.

"What. The. Hell. Was. That?" Jason asked gesturing with his hands towards the stairs.

"That is none of your business, Jason! What the hell are you doing here? How did you get in?"

"Now don't you change the subject. What about Bill, how's he gonna feel about this?"

"Oh you gotta be freaking kidding me!" Sookie exclaimed and threw her hands in the air. "You listen to me Jason Stackhouse, what I do is none of your goddamned business! What I do with my time doesn't concern you. You can't just waltz in here after going MIA for years and start acting all concerned and shit! I learned how to take care myself a long time ago. I don't need for you to pretend you actually care. As for Bill, you know very well what he did to me! Why would you bring that up? What the hell is the matter with you? And how did you get in here anyway, the door was locked?"

She let out a rugged breath, staring daggers at her brother. Who knew Sookie would be such a spitfire? Her hands were on her hips and she was impatiently tapping her foot. Her robe was slung haphazardly over her body, her skin slightly flushed, she looked fucking exquisite.

"I am your brother, Sookie. And when I walk in on you...philandering with this perv, I'm sure as hell going to react. I can't believe this degenerate is your boyfriend."

"He is not my boyfriend..."

"I'm not her boyfriend..."

We both said in unison.

"You mean you're just...? Sookie, Gran did not raise you to be a harlot!"

Sookie stepped up to him and started jabbing him in the chest with a finger. It really was quite intriguing watching her. Here I thought she had been the shy, little girl next door type, when really she was a force to be reckoned with.

"Philandering! degenerate! Harlot! Mighty big words for such an imbecile. Did you get yourself a word-of-the-day calendar? You listen to me Jason and you listen real hard: I do not now, nor will I ever answer to you. I owe you nothing! You got that? Nothing! And don't you ever talk about Gran again! I was the one who took care of her until she died, while you were off doing God knows what! Now you tell me how you got your ass in here so I can deal with it and then you get the hell outta here! Start talking jackass!"

When Sookie mentioned her Grandmother it was easy to see she was holding back tears, but she stood her ground, which just made me respect her more. I probably should have stepped up and given that asshat a piece of my mind. Who the hell did he think he was talking to his sister like that? Yet, I didn't want to embarrass Sookie. She knew how to handle herself, hell she could handle me, she sure as hell could handle her brother.

Jason looked perplexed to say the least. He kept opening and closing his mouth, trying to come up with a response Sookie's verbal beating.

Sookie 1. Asshat 0.

"Well?" She demanded and pointed at the still open door.

"The door was locked, so...umm...I had the...umm...doorman let me in." Jason stammered.

"And you didn't think when a door is locked that nobody is home, or they don't want visitors? Really, how stupid are you? First you show up outta nowhere, demand to crash, trash my apartment, and now you're breaking in. What the fuck is the matter with you? You know what? I don't want to hear it! Just get out of my sight and stay that way!"

"Sookie, I..."

"OUT! NOW!"

Just as Sookie was pointing towards the door Pam and Amelia decided to show up.

Well this is going to be interesting.

"Ladies," I greeted them.

"Sook, what's going on here?" Amelia asked and then moved her eyes to look at me, still only dressed in jeans, which Pam had been doing since they showed up with a devious smile on her face.

"Not now girls, I'm busy kicking my 'dear' brother's ass." Her tone was venomous.

"Oh okay," was Amelia's only reply.

Pam was leaning against the door frame, arms crossed over her chest.

"Pam, it's good too see you again. How 'bout you and I go out for a drink?" Asshat asked as he passed her at the door.

"Oh for Heaven's sake! Pam is gay, Jason, and she will never go out with you. When are you gonna get that into that thick skull of yours? Now get the fuck out!"

Jason finally got the message and sulked down the hall. Which now left the girls to be dealt with, I had a feeling Sookie was not up for playing nice.

"What. Was. That?" Amelia asked, looking almost as perplexed as Jason had.

"That was Jason being his 'charming' old self. What are you guys doing here? I'm kind of busy." Sookie sat down on one of the stools at the kitchen counter, she looked exhausted.

"Oh we see that," Pam said and quirked her head in my direction.

"Pam." Amelia warned.

"Okay okay, we just stopped by to see if you wanted to watch a movie? We brought Thor." She said and lifted up a bag from my deli.

"Rain check?"

"Sure no problem, c'mon Melia." she said and started to drag Amelia out of the apartment.

"But we brought ice cream," Amelia pouted.

"Some other time, I promise. See you tomorrow girls."

"Oh you bet your cute little ass we'll see you tomorrow missy," Pam promised. With that they left.

Sookie got up to lock the door behind them. In a flash I was behind her and spun her around. Watching her take charge like that was seriously fucking hot. I pressed her against the door, placing my hands on either side of her head, my face only an inch from hers. Just thinking about her taking command like that during one of our 'lessons' made me rock hard all over again.

"You know, Miss Stackhouse, you really have quite a potty mouth. Maybe I need to spank you some more and teach you a few manners?" I whispered.

Sookie bit her lip, trying not to laugh, but then she pushed her hands against my chest and got out of my hold.

"Oh no you don't," she said and backed away from me. "You are bad news mister. You need to get away from me."

"That would work so much better if you called me Sir, but mister works too," I said and slowly moved towards her. Sookie backed into the kitchen counter and fumbled for something, grabbing the first thing she found - a whisk. She held it out in front of herself, in an attempt to ward me off I guess, and continued to back into the living room.

"Sookie, put the whisk down. What are you gonna do, make me an omelet?" I laughed. Sookie was a sight for sure, her robe hanging open, her naked body exposed and a whisk in her hand.

"You just stay put and nobody is going to get hurt."

"Sorry Sookie, not gonna happen."

I lunged forward, but Sookie was faster and I only got a handful of her robe and yanked it off before she ran behind the couch. Well now I couldn't have that.

"Last warning, get over here or I'm coming after you."

"Ha! I'd like to see you try!" She taunted.

Fair enough.

I sprinted across the room and jumped over the sofa. Sookie ran towards the kitchen again in a squeal. Luckily I was faster this time; I wrapped my arms around her stomach and threw her across my shoulder.

"Put me down, Eric! I'm not kidding. I will inflict serious pain on you if you don't put me down! You're in soooo much trouble!"

She was trying to wiggle herself free, which was fine by me since her luscious round ass was right in my face, no complaining from me. I sat us down on the couch, got her off my shoulders and bent her over my knees.

"Now, I do believe you're the one in trouble, Sookie. What did you think you'd accomplish by threatening me with a whisk, hmm? Except for..." I ran a hand across her ass, holding her in place with my other arm. Without warning I slapped her right cheek. "...This." Sookie yelped in response. I couldn't be positive, but I'm sure I heard her moaning too as she wiggled her butt.

"Are you going to be good and do whatever I say, whenever I say it?" I asked, trying to sound serious.

"No!" Sookie yelled.

"Not the answer I wanted, Sookie, try again," I spanked her other cheek several times in quick succession hard enough to make it sting just a bit and leaving a delicious pink tint on her soft skin.

"Okay okay...ouch...I'll do as you say," she pleaded.

I let my hand fall one last time, instead of another rap, I soothed rosy flesh, stroking my hand down her round buttocks and further down between her thighs.

Fuck! Soaking wet!